Sensityzed [Fort]

Day One
Dire was shoved and bullied into the massive facility, barely holding on to his temper.
The guards were military grade with plastic everything so anyone with metal manipulation powers couldn't control them.
His teleportation seemed to be jammed by something, so that meant they had supernatural wards on the place too.
Being as his powers were simply that of demon influence.
He was pushed through many different wards for differnet aggressiveness levels and power types.
He was continued through even the worst of the worst, hearing many people calling horrifying threats out to him.
"I've been waiting a LOOONG time for them to catch you..."
"I'm gonna eat you alive!"
"I can't wait to hear your bones snap, little man."
All he could think was: This is what happen when you keep people alive...
He was brought to a large vault-type door.
"C'mon. Am I THAT much of a threat?" He said in an innocent tone.

Every emotion but fear was sucked out of his body.
What was before him through that door was nothing but a pocket of Hell itself. There weren't even cells.
Any villain with demonic capabilities that wasn't killed on sight was here.
Fact is, the ones that weren't killed, couldn't be killed.
The pathway led the party down into a pit of magma rock that had long been cooled over.
There was lava oozing out of the walls and pooling around the edges, no cells or beds, and a whole lotta pissed off baddies.
He couldn't tell if it were a good thing he didn't know any of these guys or not.
As Dire looked on, hunched over like a and trembling like a child, he was handed his watch back.
"Here. You'll need it."
As he said that, they walked away laughing at their own joke.

Dire quickly put the watch on, putting his superhuman suit on.
There were six of them standing there, all more menacing than the next, but the one before them still menacing.
Not a single one were shorter than 7 foot, and all probably weighed 500 pounds in pure muscle.
All of them were large, red mofos ready to rip anyone apart.
They all had blood dripping from their claws and teeth along with bite and claw marks all over their ripped bodies.
He couldn't even fathom what goes on down here.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a leaky tire coming from a little hole in the walkway to get up to the door.
He addressed the crowd of large demons with hands up.
"O-kaaaay... I'm Dire. I'm your new demon cellmate. I'm just gonna go see what that strange noise is... Please, get back to your orgy. Or whatever you were doing."


Inside the cave, there was a short demon woman. She looked like she was about his age, 21-23. No more than 25.
She had little horns coming out of her head and red eyes much similar to his.
You could tell before she even spoke that she wasn't very educated, and a little gullible.
But then she spoke.
Then it was 100%.
"Hewow! I am Catsyss! Those demons out theres are means. You cans stays with me, if you're nice!"

Dire blinked.
Her voice was so unexpected.
The only succubus he's met was... Well... Seductive.
She was just...
Cute.
"Um... Thank you... Catsyss... I-uh... I don't think I'll be staying much past three months, though. I will stay with you for that long, though..."

"Thwee months? Dats a short time. I heawd dat no one weaves. Evew." She said, with her wide eyes glowing.

"We'll see about that..." He said with a grin.
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Day 3 of Visiting
When the Ambassador heard of Dire's willing incarceration, she assigned him a special psychologist.
One that could give Sam closure in tricking him into prison.
Dire was crazy, but she felt bad for the two, because she felt as if they had a nice good cop/bad cop thing going.
She was almost sure that Dire wanted their friendship to work out as much as Sam did.

The psychologist stood outside the room that they had Dire in, and she had a file in her hands.
"Even though it's obvious he's crazy, he shows no signs of any real schizophrenia. I'm going to run him for some other things, but even in the way he talks. It sounds like he just suffers with self-loathing and low self worth." She said, handing the files to Sam befroe opening the door.

Whenever she made it into the room, Sam would see Dire in his green prison garb with cuts and burn marks on his face, along with a cut on his abdomen.
"Heh. One of the cellmates didn't like the way I looked at him. All I said was the he peed weird."

He looked at her. "Did you tell Jeannie? Please tell me you didn't..." He said shakily.
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Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]
The psychologist stood outside the door with the last file Sam would recieve from her.
"He is completely sound minded. Nothing but a sadistic asshole. From an unprofessional view, of course."
She opened the door once again, handing her the file.

When she would look inside the room, a completely unscathed Dire would be sitting there with a kissy mark on his cheek in purplish red lipstick.
"So, it's your last day, huh?" He said in a flat tone.

*

Day 3 of Face-To-Face Visitation
Dire eyed the folder with disdain, he knew what was in it.
He didn't need to look.
Yet, there he was.
Picking it up and leafing through it.
"Hah! Treasure hunting? I wish I could be doing that right now!"

He tossed the folder back onto the table and cracked his neck.
"Just gonna tell you, if someone comes knocking on your door looking for me: Do NOT tell them that you sent me to jail. You may think you could handle all of the people from my little gang of mercs, but they have ways of hitting you where it hurts. Luckily for me, that's the balls, but for you? You've got family. So. Do me a favor and not try and go after anyone you encounter? Just say you haven't seen me since the train."

He was going to say more, but the guard came in.
"Time's up, asshole."
Dire launched him the middle finger as he was pulled out of the seat.
"You look lovely as alway~"
Was all he could get out before the door was slammed shut, before reopening after a few moments so they had time to separate the two.
Just to stop any funny business.

When Dire made it back to the cell, Catsyss whimpered and all the other cellmates began cracking their knuckles.
Dire just smiled and drew his katanas, "Ready to get your asses beat?"
The tallest and strongest one yelled as the others ran forward too.
Dire was doing well at first.
He slid between one's legs, cutting his ankle.
Then he spun, slicing the shoulder of another.
Just as he spun, though, he was caught by the female one.
She grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him to the ground.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn..." He coughed.
She then kicked him to her other two girlfriends, as they proceeded to beat him to an inch of his life.
The punishment didn't end there, though.
Then the big, burly males came along.
The three began beating, mauling, scratching the bleeding pile of dead weight.
After they were done, the tallest female scoffed.
"Pfft. Some demon."

When Dire awoke, he was in the little cave that he and Catsyss called home.
Catsyss was gawking at him with her huge eyes.
"You've done dat thwee days now."

Dire rubbed his temples, "Yeah. So?"

"Why?"

"If I know anything about demons, it's that I know all about dominance. If you beat a demon, you're officially their ruler. You pretty much have the power to tell them what to do. So I'm gonna make them my bitches."

"Well, you're wucky to have someone like me to patch you up!" She beamed at herself with a sense of pride that would've been too much to bear if she were anyone else.
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Day 13 of Face-To-Face Visitation
Dire was sat down in front of the table once again, a little more rough than usual.
"You're lucky to see her face to face today."

Dire giggled a little, "Lucky?! I like only hearing her from the jail phone."
The prison had made it a privilege to actually see Sam face-to-face.
His big mouth kept the two from seeing each other quite a lot.

When Sam would walk by the psychologist, she would smile this time.
"I think I may have pinned something on him. We've made a huge breakthrough in his treatment. We think he may suffer from Invisibility Syndrome. It's a disease that stems from the feeling of discrimination and racism. Thing is, it's a tad bit different for him. He feels like this because of his banishing from both sides of the spectrum as far as being a superpowered being goes. He has been forever banished from being a hero due to his ways and his past, but at the same time he can't go back to mercenary work all that much because of him trying to turn over a new leaf. That coupled with his lack of friends and family outside of being a superhuman could cause for serious invisibility illness. This is not a mental disorder though, he would never be clinically insane because of that."
She handed her a new folder with updated stats and numbers.

When she entered, Dire looked even worse than last time they had seen each other.
His ribs looked bruised, as well as his eye, mouth, and arm.
He looked concerned, "No one tried to get you, did they?"
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Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]
He couldn't help but smile at Sam's offer to continue visiting.
Oh, you'll see me soon enough...
"Nah, that's okay. I don't want to be a burden."

He looked down at his knees.
"Ya know... I keep thinking about those aliens... We never really gave them a chance to speak. Sure, they came to our planet armed... But we took the first shot... Were we right in doing that?"

*

Day 13 of Face-To-Face Visitation
Dire looked up, surprised by Sam's concern for him.
Most heroes love the sight of a bad guy getting roughed up, it surprised him to think anyone cared about him.
"Yeah... The staff is great! I just... Run my mouth a bit too much I guess. It's the cellmates... I'm fine, I promise... Momma didn't raise no bitch." He chuckled a little, before letting loose a cough that sounded like a strained wheeze.
He felt the urge to get up and help Sam, but forgot that he was handcuffed to the table.

Being in prison made you think.
A lot.
He kept thinking about just how lonely he really was.
His girlfriend had left him unexpectedly.
His mother left.
He killed his father.
The rest of his family disowned his father, therefore disowning him.
The only real people he had were Sam, Jeannie, and now Catsyss.
What kind of existence was he living?
What point was there, doing good or bad?
No one would know.
No one would remember.
"Oh God..."
Tears began to well up in his eyes.
All these years of trying to do good or trying to do bad doesn't matter.
He would still be Malik Faulkner, king of nothing.
His breaths became unsteady, he couldn't believe it.
Nothing was going to change that fact.
He would always be a nobody.
Just some kid who happened upon that stupid demon book.
Had he cheated death this whole time?
He hung his head, trying to keep the tears from escaping his eyes.
He had never cared about being alone in this world until now, why does he all of the sudden.
His mind began to flash memories that never happened.
He saw himself going to college for secondary education.
He saw himself meeting the girl of his dreams at college.
He saw himself getting world famous for being an author, making millions.
He saw himself growing old with two kids, a dog, and a beautiful wife.
He saw himself dying happily on his death bed, without a regret in the world.
He suddenly had a deep pang of hatred towards himself.
Every ounce of his body wanted Sam to punch his head right off his shoulders.
He ruined everything.

He didn't say anything as the guard came in.
He never looked at Sam in the eyes, but he mumbled "Thanks for coming..."as he walked by.
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As he walked down the hill to the big mosh pit of demons, he drew his swords halfheartedly.
The leader reared her head back, "The rat doesn't speak today."
He jogged forward, taking one slice at the biggest one before just giving up entirely, allowing the beatdown.
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He woke up in the normal site, but with a different sensation.
In Catsyss' cave, he awoke with two arms thrown around his neck.
He looked over to see Catsyss was spooning him, it seemed she had long dozed off, but was awoken by Dire's sudden reaction.
"Oh, you ares awake!" She said, hugging him tighter.

"The hell are you doing?" He said indifferently.

"I wead your emotions. They said you were wonewey. Your emotions also told me that you wike to cuddle." She said with an innocent smile.

Dire went to object, but couldn't.
She was right.
He kind of needed this.

Day 35 of Face-To-Face Visitation
It had been [a month? over a month?] since last face-to-face visit.
His big mouth continuing to get him in deep piles of crap.
He looked rugged, not bruised anymore.
He looked as if he just barely lost a fight, but still lost it.
When Sam would walk in, he would smile childishly.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! How's everything?"
He was referring to the fact the prison phones didn't even have windows between them.
It was actually a solid concrete wall.

The psychologist would not be there for Sam's visit, for she was on vacation that day. Yet, she wouldn't have yielded any new information anyways.

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]
"No, it doesn't..."
The guard came in and hoisted him out.
Dire looked at Sam and looked more sincere than he had his entire life, "If you ARE satisfied with that, then they should be studying you. Not me."
As he walked out, he smiled.
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*

Day 35 of Face-to-Face Visitation:
Dire let out a good, hearty laugh.
"Atlantis? Again? At this point, I'll believe it when I see it... Hey, that could be an adventure for you and Jeannie!"

He tilted his head for a moment, not realizing that Sam had X-Ray vision for a moment.
"As always, toots. I never stop, if you think about it. Don't worry so much, I won't die... Probably. It almost sounds like you miss me..."

Malik was about to say something of substance, until Sam's powers dawned on him.
"Wait... Can you see through me clothes with your powers?" He asked, crossing his legs with slight discomfort.
He could ask dumb questions like those, because phone time lasted longer than face-to-face time.
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Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
Malik walked down the hill-esque walkway that lead to the area he and his other cellmates would fight every single day.
The reason for this?
He was going to assert his dominance.
There was only one that could speak.
Her name was never specified, but he realized all of the other ones had their throats slashed.
The large lady demon did that, so none of them would ever be fit leaders.
Her biggest mistake was leaving The Demonic Dire's voice box in this long.
"Deadmeat comes to play with us again!"

"Yeah, cutie! With the fury of God in my bones!" He said, skipping down with both flaming katanas drawn.

"Come to me, plaything. Let us see if you are worthy..." She said.
As if on cue, the other five demons advanced, all in a disarray of movements.
The key to battling this group was to thread the needle.
They would always come in disorganized, fighting off of pure instinct.
Dire just had to be the complete opposite:
Graceful and full of skill.

He ran forward, slashing one in the ankles, this time turning to hit him over the head with the hilt of his blade.
"One." He said cheerily.
He zipped over to the next one, diving as if he were going to stab the blades into his abdomen.
The demon moved predictably, and Dire cut into both his kneecaps, making him fall.
"Two."
He stabbed his blades into the ground, then pushed himself forward.
He kicked another in the stomach, she stumbled but caught his foot.
She began to lift him into the air, slamming him onto the ground.
She attempted to pounce him, but Dire was too quick.
He rolled out of the way, stomping her head into the ground upon standing.
"Three..."
He jumped over the next demon, elbowing him in the jaw twice, then kicking him to the ground.
"Four..."
The last demon was hesitant to fight him, but suddenly got a rush of courage, charging full speed.
Dire purposely kept his back turned, acting as if he were putting his blades back into their sheathes.
As she ran forward, Dire suddenly let her momentum cut her side and tripped her.
"Fi-iiiive..."
He spun, swinging his blade at the woman, then stopping just before it would touch her.
"And six... That was fun... Let's never do it again."

"Why didn't you kill us? We've beaten you for so long, you could've killed us." The succubus asked, realizing her defeat.

"Well, you're kinda hot... Oh yeah, there's also my master plan! We're gonna get out of here... And this is how we're gonna do it..." He said, bringing the sword down and sheathing them, allowing all of the demons to get their bearing before explaining.

*

Day 35 of Face-to-Face Visitation:
"I'm not trying to prove anything... It's really just my fat mouth. You don't have to worry about me."

The guard came in, this time with a very aggressive manner.
Dire just grinned as he was jolted out of his chair.
"Buh-bye." He said, just before Sam couldn't hear him.

He walked down the path once again, brandishing only one katana this time.
"Lemme spit some funky flame dance to y-"
Suddenly, a large foot kicked him over to the entrance of Catsyss' cave.
"Well, okay then..."
He was about to push ahead, when Catsyss pulled him in.
"No!"

"What- Let go!" He said like a child.

"I can't wet you keep doing dis..." She said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sucks. Now let... Go." He said he pried his arm away and went to take his beating.
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Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
The guards were informed of Sam's breakdown over Dire with perfect detail.
He made her cry.
They wanted to rough him up anyways.
Perfect.

They opened the doors, all armed with their guns and tasers.
As they walked down the path, Dire walked up to them.
"What's up, boys? Sam here or something?"

"Funny you should mention Sam... She's just the one who sent us..."
Suddenly, all five men went at him with the stun sticks.
Sure, Dire had learned to take a beating, but not like this.
The electricity rushing through his body was so...
Strange.
Though it didn't really hurt, not feeling his body was a very weird feeling.

As the men were focused on Dire, the demons came up behind them and knocked them all unconscious.
The leader picked him up, as he twitched a little.
"WOOOO! All ac-c-c-ord-ding to p-plan!"
He said as the group of eight walked out of the hellish area, ready to take on the next opposition.
Dire, equipped with two stun-sticks, was still twitching every now and then.

*

Day 35 of Face-to-Face Visitation:
The man Sam walked up to seemed annoyed at first, but smoothed out as she continued.
"Yes ma'am, right this way."

The man lead her to the back, opening the many doors it took to get back to the stuffy man sitting behind a desk.
He had thin, greying-blonde hair that was thinning out. He was as pale as a piece of paper, which didn't complement his navy suit at all. He had a permanent smile on his face, which was rather unsettling. He looked a lot like a Purge mask.
The man motioned for Sam to sit.
"Ah, Miss Vervliet is it? Sit. What topic has blessed me with your presence?
He said, smile never leaving his face.

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
The demons had made a formation as they walked down the halls of the prison, people banging on the gates begging to let him out.
The formation had three demons up front [the leader taking charge], Malik and Catsyss in the middle, and three more demons in the back.
Dire began calling people out commands as they moved forward.
"Do not kill a single person! Only put them to sleep. Keep me and Catsyss out of gunfire."
When they made it to the lunch room, a wave of guards came in to stop them.
Dire smiled, still twitching a bit from the shocks he had taken.
"Nighty night, boys..." He said as the eight rushed them.

*

Day 35 of Face-To-Face Visitation:
The man's face seemed to dim, but the smile still seemed to be plastered on his face.
"My guards are highly trained, and I actually believe they should be treating their prisoners like they're treating Dire... Truth of the matter is, we have been given specific instructions to be aggressive and rough with him... By some... Convincing parties."
He loosened his collar with his finger before going back to his original position.
"Besides, you have nothing to worry about. Were you not the one that sent him here? We have him locked down tight. The guards mustn't interfere with anything that goes on within containment units. That's how breakouts happen. He is standing his ground, I assure you. You have nothing to worry about."

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
After the eight had knocked all the guards unconscious, Dire began to count.
"Fifty-six, fifty-seven... Fifty-eight!"
Catsyss looked at him curiously, "Whoa... I can't even count that high... What was dat number for?"
"That's how many guards we've encountered. 58 encountered, 0 killed. Feels great doesn't it?!" He said, giddily.
The leader walked by, snarling. "No."

They were halfway there.
Next were the other holding blocks.
The Hell level villains are kept in a completely different place. Away from everyone else.
They wanted to make sure they didn't get out.
How ironic.

*

Day 35 of Face-To-Face Visitation:
The man behind the desk was inwardly annoyed with the woman.
She had come in to his place of business and was telling him how to run things.
"Now slow your role there, darlin'... Just because you got some high standin' doesn't mean that you can waltz your happy self in here and tell me how to run things. I'm pretty sure the person that told me to be sure he is treated roughly would overrule anything that you would say..."

His tone calmed as he did, his smile slowly returning.
"But, I hope that you understand that Dire is in the supernatural sector of the facility... That means he gets full access to his weapons and powers simply so he can protect himself... Perhaps, he's not the as 'world-class' as he states..."

Last Day of Required Visitation [Three Months Later]:
Dire and his troupe were moving through the last parts of the building with little complication.
That gave him and Catsyss time to talk a bit more.
"Hey, so you never really told me why you're in here. You seem innocent enough, besides the fact that you're a demon." Dire said in a matter of fact tone.

"I killed one hundwed and thiwrty two peoples in ten minutes..." She said with the innocence of a child.

Dire's eyes widened, "Damn, really?" He said, suddenly regretting making friends with her.

"Yes... But I was in my infantile stages... I had no knowedge of dat being wong... Until I was put into jaiw..." She said, lowering he head.

All Dire could think of was a baby running around with a rattle, brutally murdering anyone it saw.
He was about to say something else when a singular female guard walked around the corner.
She was a heavier-set woman, though not morbidly obese.
She had blonde hair and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail behind her cap.
When she saw the group standing and staring, she spit out the drink in her mouth.
"Oh crap!"

All eight of them looked at each other as she ran to sound the alarm.
Dire then shrugged, throwing one of the stun sticks at her.
The electrocuted end hit the woman on the back, putting her to the ground.
He chuckled, "Who knew I was still good at throwing shit?!"

He took the lady's gun and turned the safety on without her noticing.
He picked her off the ground and put the gun to her kidney.
"Hey, babe... I'm Dire, if you haven't heard already..."

"I haven't." She said shakily.

"Cool... Well..." He paused.
"I promise I'm not looking at your boobs..." He said as he leaned over the woman's shoulder to look at her nametag.
He noticed that the woman leaned into him slightly as he moved forward.
"Hm... You're enjoying this, Martha."

She went stiff before saying, "N-no..."

Dire bobbed his head in contemplation, "Weeeelllll, good. Cuz this isn't supposed to be fun. You're gonna walk with us. If you don't, I shoot you in the kidney. If you do, you live. Got it?"